Lyrics Heebyjeebys - diveliner

Vaccuum up all these ashes
Lay your father out
Have fun doing his taxes
Cuz that fucker's dead now
Collect your belongings
That remind you of him
Will death be similar
For me in the end now
I think I process trauma
Just like you do
It's kind of ironic
I still get the heeby-jeebies in my room
I think I hate myself a lot like you do
It's kind of upsetting
I still get the heeby-jeebies in my room

I fucking hate the way
I make my
Stomach turn inside outside
Cuz when I get started I hate my brain
Maybe I'll get it right next time
I fucking hate the way I think sometimes
Make me want to burn my house down
With me inside
I think I really should've just gone home
My stomach's turning inside outside

I love you and know that you need
A father, father
But he chose to abandon
His seed
Father, father

This week
I killed my own pregnancy
Father, father
They made me wait outside
I have his fucking disease
Father, father

I think I lie to myself
Just like you do
It's kind of ironic
I still get the heeby-jeebies in my room
I wanna hurt myself as much as you do
It's kind of upsetting
You thought all the same
Thoughts in my room

I fucking hate the way
I make my
Stomach turn inside outside
Cuz when I get started I hate my brain
Maybe I'll get it right next time
I fucking hate the way I think sometimes
Make me want to burn my house down
With me inside
I think I really should've just gone home
My stomach's turning inside outside

I fucking hate the way
I make my
Stomach turn inside outside
Cuz when I get started I hate my brain
Maybe I'll get it right next time
I fucking hate the way I think sometimes
Make me want to burn my house down
With me inside
I think I really should've just gone home
My stomach's turning inside outside